Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by EPMD. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.